Am I alive?

It’s hard to tell… we’ve been working hard on shooting The Next Internet Millionaire in Colorado, and I’ve been on set for at least 12-14 hours a day, EVERY DAY!

Wow… and I thought I was used to tough production schedules when I did TV back in Toronto.

Speaking of production, these guys really know what they’re doing. It’s a professional television-quality set with a bunch of people who have never produced TV before. And they said it couldn’t be done!

(Heck, I would have been a lot further ahead in TV if people I was working with in Toronto were as dedicated as this… but then again, maybe that wasn’t meant to be).

So yes, a new internet millionaire will be found (or rather, made) in Colorado over the next week… but I can’t give any details about any of the competition aspects because of the non-disclosure agreement.

What I can talk about is the teachers, because they’ve all been made public… and my experiences behind the scenes, and off the set.

The first few days I got to know Joel Comm and Mark Joyner much better, as Mark was hanging out and willing to help pick up supplies needed for the shoot. So the three of us spent one Sunday having lunch, picking up props at Joel’s office, and then shopping at Staples… all the while discussing the merits or credibility of manifestation and the law of attraction.

It seems Joel and Mark are leaning towards the misconception that it means, “Poof! Your wish is my command,” and that manifestation mentors advocate not taking action when it comes to getting what you want.

Hmm… anyone who believes that really should be listening to Masters of the Secret… except that Joel and Mark probably never would, since it’s not something they desire exploring further.

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I’m about to head off to the airport on a three-week trip.

I’m reminded of the Whitesnake song, Here I Go Again…

Interestingly enough, this song has been coming into my consciousness again and again recently (either playing on the radio in the car, or popping into my mind, or being referenced by someone, every week at least once for the past six months).

And yes, here I go again, on my own.

I feel I’m at a crossroads in my life. I’ve grown apart from one relationship, and I’m growing towards another.

What’s going to happen?

I don’t know. Do we ever know what’s going to happen in the future?

We can set intentions. We can set goals. We can expect the unexpected, and we can expect exactly what we want.

We can “act as if” and we can feel the feelings we’d have if it were already true.

But sometimes we just don’t know… sometimes we just need to wait for the right signs, the right signals, the right indications that we’re doing the right things.

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I just got back from a weekend in New York City for my family reunion… it happens every two years, and usually it’s at one of my aunts’ or uncles’ houses, and now that we’ve passed the torch to the next generation, at one of my cousins’ houses.

But for once, it was hosted by one of my generation who only has a small apartment in a big city… nowhere to park mobile homes or camp on the lawn, as some of the family have traditionally done.

Yup, that’s right… times are a-changin’, and my family descended from Minnesota, Kansas, Virginia, Saskatchewan and Ontario (that’s me) onto the Big Apple… Manhattan.

Start spreading the news,
I’m leaving today,
I want to be a part of it…
New York, New York…

As a souvenir, I bought myself a NY Yankees cap…

Here I am in the La Guardia airport going home with it on; the picture was taken with my camera phone.

Barry’s got a NY Yankees cap too (a little older than mine), and I’m going to be seeing him on the next trip coming up, so we thought it might be interesting to see people’s reactions… two people wearing NY hats, everywhere but NY.

The most fun I had was on the first night, Saturday night, when my cousin Jim (the native New Yorker who grew up in Kansas City then lived in Chicago during the University years) took a few of us out for a night on the town. I was the instigator… my point was, it was Saturday night in New York city… why would we want to turn in with all our parents, right after the jazz show we all attended, when we were in the city that never sleeps?

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